Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

"Spell Deployment - Destruction Kill - Compass!"

The ground seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and intricate and enormous snowflake patterns slowly emerged.

"This woman exudes a very strong fighting spirit, though far inferior to Kiyokawa Izumi, it's still quite good."

Let's get back to Shinobu Kocho.

"Just because I'm a woman, does that mean I shouldn't lay a hand on someone?"

"Its target seems to be Tanjiro... Why is that?"

"Is this the field that Mr. Kiyokawa Izumi mentioned?"

"What should I do? Calm down!"

Ordinary toxins have no effect whatsoever…

The slender Nichirin Blade twirled in her hand. Using a special scabbard, the seemingly calm Shinobu Kocho was highly focused. Standing in front of everyone, she was enduring unimaginable pressure.

The crisp sound of slashing swords rang out. Forced to prepare poison on the spot, she knew that her time was running out—she was well aware of Akaza's abilities.

With a sudden burst of energy, she launched the first attack, shooting out like an arrow released from a bow. The sharp tip of her blade sliced ​​through the air, leaving a trail that was difficult to catch with the naked eye.

Simply being fast won't work on Akaza.

The fighting spirit it emitted was as obvious as a bonfire burning in the dark night.

With a slight turn of her body, Akaza easily dodged Shinobu's attack, leaving only faint scratches on her face.

Initially dismissive, in less than a breath, an unusual situation suddenly arose: the toxins that had invaded the body spread towards the face at a visible speed, like small, blackish-purple snakes.

Akaza covered his mouth, vomiting out large amounts of demon blood uncontrollably.

A completely new poison?

"It's a pity... that too little poison entered the body!"

Akaza, who had straightened up again, was already somewhat impatient.

"So it really didn't work?"

Shinobu Kocho frowned slightly. Among the Upper Moons besides Doma, she was indeed the weakest and had no chance of fighting back.

"Then inject a large amount of toxin all at once!"

"Insect's Breath·Dragonfly's Dance Compound Eyes Hexagon!"

Without pausing for a moment, his figure suddenly leaned forward, the Nichirin Blade in his hand already becoming a blur. Under the precise six-hit combo, even though Akaza could sense the fighting spirit, he was unable to dodge all the attacks.

I have to say, this woman is really fast.

Especially in short bursts of speed!

Blood was gushing from the face, shoulders, and hands simultaneously. The potent toxins were frantically destroying its cells, and its terrifying regenerative abilities were suppressed. Large amounts of blood were gushing from its mouth and nose.

Seeing this, Xia Liu wanted to step forward to help, but Akaza, who had distanced himself, reprimanded him rudely.

"Get out of here!"

This also shows that Akaza did not use its full strength; it didn't even make a punching motion.

In his previous fight against Kiyokawa Izumi, the latter only intended to use the Fourth Form, but Akaza raised his hand and used the Final Form, unleashing hundreds of punches from all directions, completely stunning the man.

The discriminatory treatment is blatant.

Whether it's the Annihilation Style or the Final Style, Shinobu Kocho can't stop it.

Although they had some reserves, the fact remains that they were poisoned.

"Tsk!"

Shinobu Kocho gripped her Nichirin Blade tightly with both hands, her resentment palpable—if she had a little more strength, could she have severed its neck?

He is adapting to his own attack methods.

The same applies to speed.

Six consecutive thrusts, but not all of them hit vital points!

The amount of toxin injected into the body was less than half of what was expected.

"First Form: Thunderclap Flash!"

Get moving!

Like a thunderclap from a clear sky, the blade flashed by in an instant, barely visible. The three little ones were indeed not very strong, but they knew they had to seize the opportunity.

They should launch an attack the moment the poison takes hold; if they can sever its neck, they will win!

Zenitsu and everyone else underestimated Akaza too much—Shinobu's poison was indeed potent, but the opponent was an Upper Moon demon, and the quality and quantity of the poison were far below expectations. Under these circumstances, how long could they possibly control it?

The Nichirin sword was easily broken.

The right fist, poised to explode, slammed towards Zenitsu's head.

Akaza was incredibly frustrated at the moment. He hadn't encountered Kiyokawa Izumi or any other Pillar, and the battle he had been looking forward to was nowhere to be seen.

That's all.

Being unwilling to lay a hand on a woman does not mean one will not lay a hand on weaker humans.

It wasn't that it didn't recognize Zenitsu's face.

Isn't it just one of the fish that slipped through the net last time?

So weak, yet you want to cut off its neck?

In this dangerous situation, the half-demon Nezuko narrowly tackled Zenitsu, indirectly helping him dodge the punch.

"Insect Breathing, Centipede Dance, Centipede Belly!"

This was a desperate, all-or-nothing choice made out of desperation.

Even when facing such a formidable and powerful enemy, she never gave up thinking—this cannot continue. Being in the opponent's territory, as time goes by, without breaking the deadlock, defeat is inevitable.

"Even a woman can unleash such a powerful fighting spirit?"

Akaza, having fully recovered, was aware of the changes in Shinobu Kocho.